I sit in my room and gaze out the window
But all I see outside is fog and clouds
Rain washed the sunshine off the streets
And I can't look out of the window anymore.
I walk over to my papers to study them
But I see in it only pressure and failure
Mountains of failure buried the interest
And I can't look at my papers anymore.
I walk over to my phone to see what people say
But there is no new message and no new call
The veil of loneliness covered up friendships
And I can't look at my phone anymore
I go to my desk to look through a portal to black-orange heaven
But it's slowly turning into orange-black nightmare
Long and dark shadows eclipsing my shining heart
And I can't look through the portal anymore
I look to my mirror to see what I am
But what I see has no face, shape or name
The torrent of fortune erased who I am
And I can't look in the mirror anymore
I take up a razor to tear them right out
But in my ears are the old familiar voices
The power of their care is stopping my arms
And I can't look away anymore
I now sit in a room, all by myself
But I can't look away, have to keep my eyes
The voices from black-orange heaven telling me so
So I keep staring out of my window
Alone